by Joanna Blake
This time, even K-Roll gave me a high five as I came into the dugout.
The next hour was a blur as I was surrounded by press, teamates and well-wishers. Coach pulled me aside and said 'good job' and nothing else. I gave a few brief interviews. The locker room was madness, with the guys popping bottles left and right. But I was looking for Mr. Rivers.
He was there, shaking hands and clapping shoulders. He waved me over and said the words I wanted to hear.
"I know where she is son. And it's only a two and a half hour ride."
"Where?"
"Our beach house in South Hampton. I should have predicted that she'd go there. That's where she felt closest to her mother. They had a lot of good Summers out there."
I nodded, already figuring out how to get there. I'd call a car. I had the rings in my jacket already. I was set.
"Take my limo. Just make sure to be back for the game in two days."
"Thanks Mr. Rivers."
"Please, call me Harrison."
I shook his hand firmly and nodded. We understood each other. I looked forward to calling him my father-in-law. I'd even asked his permission.
Not that I was going to take no for an answer, but it was the polite thing to do.
I did my best to navigate around the locker room, showering and changing in record time. I was fairly certain that a few reporters saw my bare backside but I could have cared less.
Besides, I knew I had a nice ass.
Then I was outside and heading northeast towards Southampton.
It was time to get my woman.
Camille
I had cheered out loud during that last hit, almost rising out of my seat. Cade was unstoppable tonight. I wasn't surprised he had made such a big splash. My father had been right to pay up for him, untested or not. He had arms of steel.
By tomorrow, everyone on Earth would know his name.
I rubbed my belly and wondered if our unborn child would have his talent with sports or mine with numbers. If they would be as arrogant as their father. I almost hoped so.
I definitely hoped they had his way with words.
I sighed, leaning back on the window seat I was curled up in. I had a cup of tea beside me. Something called rooibos that was supposed to be good for the baby. I was surrounded by the baby books I'd picked up on the ride out. I had a lot to learn but I was determined to do everything right.
I wasn't scared though. I knew I was going to take good care of this baby no matter what. At the moment I was warm and fed and sleepy.
I wasn't scared anymore.
I was hopeful.
Uzuri was stretched out beside me. I scratched behind her ears and was rewarded with a purr so loud it made the window rattle. That was my girl.
She never did anything in half measures.
"He did good tonight didn't he?"
She lazily closed her eyes, blinking at me. Her tail curled around my wrist. I smiled.
"We'll see what he has to say for himself tomorrow, yes?"
I shut my book and let myself doze. It was pitch dark out when I woke up. At first I didn't know where I was. I had a moment of panic, before I remembered.
Cade. The groupies. Flying home. Then the test and driving out here.
The beach. My tears. The game.
Falling asleep in the window seat in my bedroom.
I was about to stand up when I heard it. A furtive rustling in the bushes outside. Too big to be an animal.
I stared out my bedroom window. The staff had gone for the day. It might be a deer…
The rustling came again. Definitely not a deer. And we didn't get bears in this part of the Hamptons.
Someone was outside.
I felt my heart beating as I reached for my phone. I was about to dial 911 when I heard the familiar voice outside, hissing in a loud stage whisper.
"Camille!"
Cade. It was Cade. He'd found me. And driven out here in the middle of the night apparently. I almost laughed. Instead I rolled my eyes.
"For the love of God…"
I gave Uzuri a look while she cleaned herself. She glanced at me in her sleepy eyed way as if to say 'what did you expect from a man?'
I stood up and tightened my bathrobe. Then I opened the window.
"Go to the front door."
I slipped my feet into my fluffy bunny slippers and shuffled downstairs.
I was wide-awake by the time I opened the door. I realized I must look a mess with puffy eyes and messy hair. I doubted he'd ever seen me like this.
But at the moment I didn't care.
I just wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.
"Camille…"
His face was so sweet as he took me in, his eyes eating me up. Almost like he thought pajamas and fuzzy slippers were the sexiest thing in the world.
"Come in Cade."
I stood back to let him in and closed the door behind him, flipping the lock. I led him into the living room and sat down, crossing my arms over my chest. I was still mad at him. And I definitely didn't want him to see how much I'd missed him.
Not yet anyway.
"You know, there are snakes out there. And spiders. You shouldn't be sneaking around like that."
He shrugged, clearly not concerned by the creepy crawlies.
"I was trying to break in."
I choked back a laugh. He was unapologetic, I had to give him that.
"Why?"
"You ran off on me Camille! What the hell was I supposed to do?"
I raised an eyebrow. It was now or never. Time to call his bluff.
"Let me go. You have plenty of other women to fill my shoes."
His jaw literally dropped. I had to admit, that was gratifying.
"No, I don't."
I sighed. This was the hard part. We might as well get it over with. Then I'd decide whether or not to tell him about the baby tonight or make him wait.
Whether he deserved to know or not.
I'd have to tell him eventually of course. But if he wasn't going to be in my life, he could wait until the baby was born to be in the its life. I'd have a nanny do the pass off if he wanted to have visits.
I would not put myself through the torment of seeing him week after week, year after year.
"Cade. I heard them talking about you. They were comparing notes."
"You heard- what?"
He looked confused. Maybe he didn't realize that women kissed and told the way men did. Actually, some women were worse.
I'd certainly told my hair stylist some secrets over the years. Phillipe loved hearing dirty little secrets. But this wasn't light gossip. This was my life.
"The groupies outside the field. They said at least one had slept with you just the other night."
He stared at me. He looked shocked. He looked stupefied.
"Wait. You're… jealous?"
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Absolutely not. I just do not want to be made a fool of. I don't believe in cheating."
He started to grin.
"You're jealous! Cami, you had me worried. I thought you had run off with that slimy fellow we met at the club."
"Jason?"
He slapped his knee.
"I thought I lost you but you were just jealous! If that don't beat all."
He stopped smiling and leaned forward. He shook his finger at me like I was a bad little girl. It was ridiculous! What was he so happy about?
"If you ever do that to me again woman, you won't be able to sit down for a week."
I stood up and backed away from him.
"Cade, I did not say I was okay with you sleeping around like that. I gave you your freedom. Go- enjoy it!"
I made a waving gesture with my hand. He reached out and grabbed at me but I skipped out of his reach. He growled and kept coming.
"I don't want my damn freedom. I want you."
He advanced on me, until I was backed up to the stairs.
"Cade-"
"You listen to
me Cami. I haven't slept with anyone since the moment I laid eyes on you woman!"
He tilted his head to the side, looking at the ceiling.
"Before that actually. It's been awhile. It's hard to get laid on a rig. Even for me. I was pretty pent up to be honest."
He grinned at me wolfishly.
"Or couldn't you tell?"
"I heard them Cade! Why would they lie?"
"I don't know and I don't care. I choose who I take to my bed. I don't just take scraps that get thrown my way. I want prime rib."
I was about to protest being compared to steak when his words started to sink in. He was staring at me intensely, trying to make me believe him. And suddenly, I did.
"I chose you."
I swallowed, suddenly feeling like I'd miscalculated. Cade looked angry. And he had a right to be. I had jumped to a pretty big conclusion without even talking to him about it first.
"I'm sorry then. I should have asked you."
I took a step up the stairs.
"Hell yes, you should have! Instead you worried me for no damn reason!"
He stepped towards me.
"And you deprived me of my manly rights."
"Manly… rights?"
I took another step back. He reached out and grabbed me.
"You are going to make it up to me. Right now."
I nodded. I didn't know what I was agreeing to. But he was being very persuasive.
One thing I knew for sure though, he was telling me the truth.
He hadn't been with any of those women.
And he didn't plan to be.
I was smiling as he lifted me, carrying me up the stairs. His big feet made a racket as he thudded up the steps. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, staring up at him.
He looked grim. His gorgeous face was serious. Extremely determined.
But he was mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cade
"I have two days until my next game. And you are going to spend every second of that time earning my forgiveness."
She just stared at me, her beautiful face looked a bit shocked at my idea.
No, it wasn't an idea.
It was a command.
I smiled at her and started pulling my jacket off.
"Where's your lingerie drawer?"
She lifted her arm and pointed. I opened a small cabinet to find an array of goodies, from plain cotton bras and panties to garter belts and thongs. I grinned wolfishly and picked out a few items, keeping others in mind for later.
"Put these on."
She took them from me and turned her back, sliding out of her pajamas. I couldn't see what she was doing underneath that robe of hers. I waited, leaning my shoulder against the wall.
Finally she dropped the robe and turned. My breath caught in my throat. I wondered if I would ever get tired of looking at her. She was the finest looking woman I'd ever seen. And then some.
An angel fallen to Earth.
I stared at her appreciatively, looking her up and down. The stuff I'd picked out was hotter than hell. She wore a white lace corset with a matching garter belt and panties that tied on the sides. I'd seriously considered substituting a thong, but those ties had given me all kinds of ideas.
I smiled to myself. I had weddings on the brain. That's why I'd picked out the white lace. And I was damn glad I did.
Of course, she would look like an angel in a burlap sack.
My angel.
I started stripping and she waited, watching me hungrily. We were ready to tear each other apart. But first I wanted a little show of faith.
"Are you sorry for making me worry?"
"Yes Cade."
"Are you sorry for making me wait for what is mine?"
She chewed her lip, nodding.
"Good."
I kicked my pants off and stood in front of her, buck ass naked. My cock bobbed eagerly in the air, ready to get down to business.
"Make it up to me, Princess."
I grinned.
"It's blowjob time."
She licked her lips, staring at my cock. Then she knelt in front of me and reached out. I exhaled as her cool, delicate hand closed around the base.
"Eyes up beautiful. I want to watch you."
Her gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me as her lips opened and closed over my tip. I felt it all the way to the soles of my damn feet as she started to suck me, swirling her tongue over the tip.
"Take it in sweetheart. That's it…"
I watched in awe as my sweet, stuck up girl proceeded to suck the chrome off my hubcaps. She bobbed her beautiful head up and down, working me slowly and very, very thoroughly.
I was going to lose it embarrassingly soon if I didn't stop this. But it felt so good. I'd been afraid I'd lost her an hour ago and now her plump lips were wrapped around Thor. It was too much. I had to stop her or I would cream.
And I wanted to make her cream first.
"Fuck!"
I bent down and grabbed her, tossing her over my shoulder. I had her on her back on the bed in two shakes. Then I reached for the pretty little bows on the sides of her panties.
"My turn."
I tugged her panties away and smiled at her. It was pussy munching time. I stared at that perfect little box of hers and dove in.
"Hmmmfff… God Camille you taste amazing."
I was muff diving at full force. I used my tongue, my lips, even my fucking nose to get in there and make her come. But not yet. I held back, just enough to keep her hips rocking against my chin. I wanted to keep her almost satisfied, but not quite.
Cami was running her hands through my hair, going absolutely out of her mind. I grinned, deciding what to do next. I decided to go with my instincts and take things up a notch.
It was a good thing she had a four-poster bed.
I walked over to her bathrobe and picked up the belt. Then I walked back to her with purpose.
"Give me your wrists sweetheart."
Her eyes were wide as she did what I asked. I thought of how long she'd played hard to get. I thought of how she'd run out on me. I remembered how scared I'd been that I might have lost her.
I never wanted to feel that way again. Then again, giving her a little taste of her own medicine might be fun… a lot of fun come to think of it.
Oh yeah, I was going to make her wait. I wanted to make sure she fully appreciated me and my gifts. Only then would I unleash the beast.
I smiled down at her, making sure the knots would hold, but still give us leverage to move around.
Then I did something that made her squeal in surprise.
I flipped her over.
Camille
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking my manly rights."
I was trussed up, tied with my arms above my head, lying on my stomach. I felt Cade lifting my hips and shoving a pillow underneath them. Then he seemed to reconsider and added another one.
My ass was high up in the air, leaving me totally exposed.
All of me.
"You are quite the sight for sore eyes Miss Camille Rivers…"
He made a low, appreciative grunt, splaying his hands on my ass.
"Where to start…"
I wiggled, eager for him to get on with it. I denied myself of his lovemaking too when I ran off. I missed it and I missed him. More than I could have imagined. But he was screwing around back there.
Then I felt it.
A single drop of lube on my ass.
I groaned as his finger slid inside me.
"Two for the price of one. I like that."
I felt his cock spear my pussy, slowly pushing inside. He groaned as I bore down on him, welcoming him home. Then he pulled out again.
I almost screamed in frustration.
The finger in my ass was joined by another digit as his cock slid back into my waiting pussy. I sighed as he worked me, his cock sliding in and out while he fingered my backdoor. It felt good. So good I was about to c
ome-
He pulled out again.
"Tsk tsk Cami. You need permission to come, sweetheart."
He rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips, teasing me.
"You are so wet Cami. It would be a shame to waste all that lubrication."
I groaned as he pushed his cock against my ass, replacing his fingers. He slid inside me. I knew he was punishing me. I knew he was going to make me wait to come.
"Fuck yes, Cami! Hell and damnation woman, you feel good!"
He braced himself behind me and started to push forward, coaching me the whole way. I whimpered at the over stuffed feeling of his huge dick inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, yes. But the other way dammit!
He had one hand on each cheek as he started to saw in and out of my ass.
"Open up for me sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. If you relax you might enjoy it."
I tried to do as he said and relax. To open myself up like he asked for. He grunted as he slid in a bit further.
"Fuck yes, that's it."
He fucked my ass in silence for a while, grunting like an animal. It felt good, just not good enough. I was so close to coming, I thought I was going to explode.
"How do you feel Cami? I bet that pussy feels real empty about now."
I could have cried. He was right. It did feel empty. Even though this felt good, it wasn't the same.
It wasn't going to make me come.
Not without a reach around, which he was clearly not going to give me. And I couldn't do a damn thing about it with my hands tied.
I wondered how long he was going to make me wait.
"Oh fuck Cami you are going to make me come with that hot little ass of yours!"
He started pumping faster, still not the whole way inside me. I felt his cock expand and the first hot gush of his come inside me. Then he pulled out and splattered my ass with his load.
I lay there, listening to him breath.
He left and came back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned me up gently, pressing a kiss on my lower back. Then his hand ran back down until it was resting on my inner thigh. I gasped as the back of his hand brushed my swollen pussy lips.
"Are you hungry?"
